Your Eyes
This poem was inspired by Spike. 'Nuff said.
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Pools,
Clear Blue,
Frigid Ice,
Infinite depths,
Past the frozen depths,
Fire?
Or an illusion?
Drowning,
Can't move,
Can't breathe,
The frigid orbs hold me,
but as I sink
into their depths...
the fire consumes me,
and I burn.